A Hound-Fox would be game, but not gallant. He would carry with him a large-scale specially-marked map, showing where bullfinches were unstormable; where the only gaps harboured on the far side a slimy ditch; where woods were rideless; where wire was unmarked; where railways lured to destruction--over and through each and every point would the Hound-Fox entice the cursing Hunt. As for the Hounds, they feared no obstacles, but they hated mockery. _They_ should be led on to the premises of sausage factories; through villages, to be greeted as brothers-in-the-chase by forty yelping curs; into infant-schools (that old joke), where the delighted babes would throw arms around their necks and call them "Doggie," until both men and hounds would begin to question whether the game were worth the candle. Therefore let every eligible vulpine enroll himself to-day as a Hound-Fox. They must be dog-foxes, rising three or over, of good stamina, with plenty of scent, intelligent and preferably unmarried. The League Secretary was ---- (here followed the name, earth and covert of a well-known veteran). There was other matter, of course. A "Grand Prize Competition--A Turkey a Week for Life!" was announced. A humorous article on Earth-Stoppers and, on the "Vixens' Page," a discussion as to the edibility of Pekinese. Absent-mindedly I crumpled up the astounding rag and thrust it down the hole. * * * * * I arose stiff, bemused. The hot March sunshine and the song of birds had left me drowsy. A glance at my watch showed me, to my astonishment, that was tea-time. So I made my way home. The reception of my story was as cold as the tea. They weren't such fools, they said, as to believe it. So, knowing your larger charity, dear Mr. Punch, I send it to you. And I shall await that retrospective article in some Maytime _Field_, entitled "A Season of Disasters." * * * * * A CRITICAL PROBLEM. "_The Admirable Crichton_ is still one of the most captivating of modern plays, rich in humour, scenically 'telling' and close-packed with Barrieisms."--_Times_. "'Crichton' is one of the most agreeable Barrie plays, because it is so free from Barrieisms."--_Manchester Guardian_. * * * * * SURMISES AND SURPRISES. The appearance of the Dean of ST. PAUL'S at a recent social gathering not in the character of a wet blanket, but as a teller of jocund tales and a retailer of humorous anecdotes, must not be taken as an isolated and transient transformation, but as foreshadowing a general conversion of writers and publicists hitherto associated with utterances of a mordant, bitter, sardonic and pessimistic tone.